Chapter 4: All hail shadow
The tall man walked to look around for his brothers. Everyone at the subway station was giving him dirty looks. But then again, that could be caused by A) His black and red hair, B) The gun in his hand, or C) The fact that his name was shadow. (his two buffoon brothers would call him by his name every five seconds) All were a good reason to give someone 'The Stink Eye'. He was used to it. It always happened no matter where he was. Whether some nice restaurant or a grimy subway station. They always were the same. Hey look at that guy. He's scary. I think he's gonna mug us! He'd just give them a stare colder than ice and mumble, 'idiots'. Shadow was a rather depressing man, one that no one liked. Well, except for his two "baboons for brothers" as he called them. They were always fighting over something stupid like who ate the last popsicle (his words, not mine 'cause popsicles rule! Beware the annoying siblings! They leave the box empty in the freezer!) He didn't care what thought what about who, and couldn't care less who had the "hots" for who, which was all the people he had been sent on a mission talked about. Shadow Had been stuck on a mission with his least favorite type of people. Girly-girls. AKA idiots in pink. To him they were completely insane, or at least loud and obnoxiously nosey. The only one he didn't despise the actions of with every fiber in his body was eerily quiet. He thought the annoying ones would leave him alone if he scared them. But he remembered the intimidating girl who threatened him at the bus station. She was at least a head taller than him, and scared Shadow than he was willing to admit. 'And she didn't even have a weapon!' he thought. Scary thoughts were in his mind. That huge girl with a gun the freakiest of them all. He just remembered those hate ridden eyes. They were gonna haunt him for years to come. An idea struck. He gave himself an imaginary pat on the back for being such a genius. His idea was pure unadulterated genius! He just needed to find out who that monster of a girl was related to or 'bffs' with and just not mess with that person. The rest he could scare out of their wits! With no she-monster to pummel him to a pulp! Then it hit him, literally. The group of girls knocking his tent,( they had arrived at their destination and were supposed to stake out an area thought to be the most wretched mad mens base) accidentally hitting the tired man in the back of the head. If he had acted on instinct, there would be gun shots in his tent and possibly one or more of the girls. But he was swimming so deep in the waters of his thoughts, when he resurfaced to the gurgling noises of girls whimpering in pure terror and a *smack* upside the head. He opened the tent flap to find himself looking at the group of girls and his brothers scared out of their minds. "Idiots" he muttered to himself. "Why are you guys flipping out like that you nincompoops!?" He shouted. The only girl that seemed to have the ability to speak even with all the fear the small huddle felt. "w-w-we heard a r-r-r-roar like it came from a b-b-b-b-b-bear!" She said quickly while her eyes grew in fear. "a bear" he repeated, but instead of fear in his voice it was just confusion. For a while he just sat there in his tent, completely dumbfounded. He looked through the group only to realize something that he had tried to forget long ago. "$ #*!" he screamed in his head, looking up at the sky, hoping to see something that disproved the thoughts in his head. But as the clouds cleared, what he was looking up at was a full moon. He cursed again, but this time aloud. (might I add, damaging quite a few innocent eardrums, most of them belonging to the girls within the group. It was exactly why he hadn't wanted one of his brothers to come along. Better yet,neither of them come and let him work. But like usual, his blue haired brother was stubborn and his silver haired brother lifted Shadow of the ground with his psychic abilities. They were both idiots. Even though deep down in his heart he wanted to protect them, his heart had long since been shrouded in dark clouds of pain and misery. He had experienced something that made him want to pierce his own heart with a knife. Little more than a month ago, he found a person who he had cared about for longer than he could remembered had died. An image flickered through his head. Her eyes. The last time he saw her she was crying. She had been running. From what you might ask? His brother. After he had gone on that mission, Sonic had changed. He had been scratched. By something so evil and vile that once a month, when the moon shone full and the beast could not hide in the night nor in the body of the innocent soul it had possessed, it simply took charge of the body it had been using as a vessel and altered it into a beast. It ran savage through the night destroying anything in its path. His own brother had been possessed with the curse of the werewolf. On those nights, he wasn't Shadows brother anymore. He became it. And it, was currently running away from camp to protect his friends.
Sonic's POV
"Gotta get out of here, gotta get out of here" he was saying to himself."OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW" he moaned in pain, for he could feel it happening once again. Slowly, his moans of pain turned into a howl. "Ggggggrrrrrrrr" He felt powerless. It went black. And he was pushed out of his own body. Sonic watched the monster go on a rampage. In his body! He could always watched what happened but he could never change the beasts actions. That's what killed him. He had to watch the beast hurt the ones he loved. Shadow must have thought that his innocent brother had never seen death. On the contrary, he often caused it due to this evil and sickening form. He hated seeing this. He watched so many of his friends being hurt. By him! He couldn't watch any more innocent people fall in harms way because of him. He had thought about tying himself up but it never worked. He'd just break lose.
"Come on in." Shadow motioned for all the girls (And silver but he considered him a girl too) to come in to his tent. They stood huddled around shadow, teeth chattering in fright and the fact that in was 38 degrees outside (Pretty cold). Man, it was gonna be a long night.
